history cannon quarter

History cannon quarter

“It’s mine all the year round,” said M B. “I live in Compi?gne. Why shouldn’t it be yours too?” The three of us laughed as if this were a punchline. Nerves, I suppose. For a moment, I felt tearful. Tearful that Christy should have been sufficiently affected by the news of my death to remember it a full year on. I had presumed that my so-called passing had gone unnoticed by everyone. Other than my mother, that is.‘Tristram,’ she had gasped down the line, ‘the Guards told me you were dead!’ ‘That was another Tristram St Lawrence,’ I reassured her, and said it again when she didn’t respond — there was just the white noise of a long-distance call travelling across a mobile network with a brokenconnection. I was talking into the void. Where do you want me to be, then? “Before dark I picked wild strawberries for our breakfast,” she offered in a tentative voice, accented with an uncertain smile. “I smelled tea. I like strong tea. We could drop a peppermint leaf in it; it grows by the hemlocks.” “Just goin’ across the hall for a bit.” “Trust no one!” the innkeeper warned. “Life is cheap on the slave routes. Mind y’er words and mind y’er back. Do y’er business and turn back north.” After a moment, Reggie wiped his palms against his sandblasted jeans and said,“All right, then. Let’s start the tour.” “It’s because of him and men like him that I said yes when Patrick asked if we would help the runners. I didn’t want you to know. I thought I could shield you, in case there was trouble.” Tanaqua’s face was swollen from repeated blows and he seemed about to collapse of exhaustion, but his eyes burned bright. “The gods keep pushing us together, McCallum,” he said to Duncan, grinning through his obvious pain. A doctor came and showed me into a room where there were bandages and plastic trays on shelves, crutches in one corner, and crumbs of plaster on the floor. My guest is polite and doesn’t rush straight in. He stops in the small hallway, pressed in by walls and doors and the radiator and shoes, and waits to be invited into the living room. The door to my bedroom was open, and he wasn’t ashamed to look that direction and take stock of the situation, as much as it was possible from the hallway. This he did unabashedly, with the same attentive regard he gave the side-view mirrors on our way to my place. Yes, the bed was made — nothing to complain about there. The black crocheted blanket is laid smooth and folded over the bed, and the shiny green rubber tree leaning over the headboard. “Fair enough,” said Kush. “Let’s talk about other people.” I willed myself to take a step but my legs resisted. I took a deep breath and leaned forward— if my legs refused I’d fall to the ground. Half the way into the fall my right leg jutted forward and I was again stalking toward Theon’s mother’s home. “No ma’m. It’s just that he wouldn’t be concerned about you, now would he?” Lila declared with a shuddering breath. “He isn’t your god and he has no feud with you. He’s their god, our god, and the soldiers have been hurting them.” *.

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